The Real Mother Goose by  Blanche Fisher Wright


[Illustration]

Robin Hood and Little John

Robin Hood, Robin Hood,

Is in the mickle wood!

Little John, Little John,

He to the town is gone.


Robin Hood, Robin Hood,

Telling his beads,

All in the greenwood

Among the green weeds.


Little John, Little John,

If he comes no more,

Robin Hood, Robin Hood,

We shall fret full sore!


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